The office has excellent soundproofing.
Yan Xinxin's shout was heard by no one but Mo Chuxi.
"If my words aren't enough to make you remember, then this mark will serve as your reminder."
Mo Chuxi looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.
On her soft, snowy-white skin was the imprint of his teeth—so vivid, so brazen.
Yan Xinxin glanced down and saw the bite mark near her heart. Her headache worsened.
This man… truly insane and so obsessive.
Mo Chuxi raised his palm and cupped Yan Xinxin's small, delicate face, his fingers softly stroking her tender skin.
The sunlight was bright, falling directly on her face like white jade, flawless and radiant.
His heartbeat quickened, and he couldn't resist lowering his head to try and kiss her cheek, but Yan Xinxin turned her face away to avoid him.
"Baby, don't force me to use brute strength, hmm?"
His voice was gentle, accompanied by a dangerously seductive smile curling at his lips.
